Harris Burdick Setting Description
I stood across the street, my mouth hanging open as my eyes rested
upon the most startling site. Clouds of puffy charcoal and white smoke
trailed from the glow of orange and white flames that escaped from the
bottom of the Smith’s house on the corner. The ground rumbled, and I
could feel the heat on my face and my eyes burning even in the cool
crisp autumn night air. The house roared as it lifted off the ground, and
the trees and concrete crackled as the house left the ground. The smell
of the rocket fuel burned my nose as I breathed in, and I could taste my
fear…a bitter and sour taste that took over my taste buds. I was frozen
watching this happen in front of me.